a romantic

I want nothing more than to kiss her soft lips, to caress her hips with my own, our skin tingling as our worlds collide. I want my fingertips to dance across every little beauty mark, scar, pimple, and tattoo that covers her skin. I want to love her tenderly, as she has always deserved. Why must I ruin everything I touch?

second draft done :))

just finished the first draft of my short story :)) I’m so happy!

no one tell her what I’m working on :)

just let me write my little songs, damnit (talking to my brain)

she has me writing love letters from across the world

have you ever sat and listened to the birds sing?

just need a pretty girl to play with my hair

brb going on an adventure (a nap)

my cousin asked what I was doing the other day and I said ‘scrolling through tumblr’ and she replied ‘is that for old people?’

I don’t care how people perceive me. I don’t care if someone sees me as a woman or a man or something in between. I don’t care if they see me somewhere outside of that. I don’t care about the labels. I just want to be seen.